More about the ice fishing “Grand Pooh-Bah” cribbage players, Vern Rasmussen of Albert Lea and Greg Lutteke of Conger. They kept all the promises made to me; I could take all the fish caught home with me. We caught one very small perch, one little eel pout and nine wallayes, All nine walleyes did not qualify as a legal keeper between 21 and 23 inches. I didn’t feel like worrying about getting caught, so all the walleyes were released and the small perch along with small ell pout were also released. I guess you could say as fishermen, we all got skunked. To my way of thinking, we were each one walleye short of our legal limit as the legal limie at Mille Lacs is one walleye between 21 and 23 inches in possession per person.
There wre a total of nine holes in the fish house, six for fishing, one for keeping things cool, one not used one one for the underwater camera. The camera worked great as the water was very clear. Unfortunately, the bottom was completely covered with zebra mussels, an invasive, unwanted species. We did see northerns, perch and wallayes on the camera. A real treat was watching a walleye bite and Greg pull it up through the hole.
It was decided by the three of us: Gret was the fishing champ, I was the snoring champ. Vern was a second in both contests. I was definitely an amateur cribbage player with two chances to earn the title of “Grand Pooh-Bah,” slim and none!
The results of becoming “Grand Pooh-Bah” are in. Vern and Greg are now at the ultimate level of cribbage players. Vern has ordered his new nametag while Greg, being the mayor of Conger, is letting the citizens figure out his new nametag. I’m hoping one of the town council lets me know. I’ll let you know. Maybe, “His Honor, Grand Pooh-Bah, Mayor Greg Lutteke?”
This is a busy week for the Lord as in Isaiah chapter 43 verse 1: I have called you by name, you are mine. We attended the remembrance of Chuck, Corley and David. An interesting coincidence was my being the reader of Isaiah 43 verses 1-7 on Sunday at Central Freeborn Lutheran Church.
Another way of remembering is the following ode:
The Broken Chain
We little knew you that morning that God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone.
For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories; your love is still our guide;
And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken, an nothing seems the same;
But God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.
As you finish reading this, listen very carefully. You just might hear. And this is most certainly true.
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Bob is a retired AAL (Aid Association for Lutherans) agent, currently working on his master’s degree in Volunteering. His wife, Genie, is a retired RN, currently working on her doctor’s degree in Volunteering. They have two children, Deb in North Carolina, and Dan in Vermont. Bob says if you enjoy his column, let him know. If you don’t enjoy it, keep on reading, it can get worse. Words of wisdom: There is always room for God.